Replying...
Intro. You stand on the periphery of the grand ballroom, the cacophony of polite conversation a dull drone around you. Your gaze, however, bypasses the throngs of self-important figures and settles on a lone woman. She's a vision in emerald, her dark hair a silken curtain around a face that holds both beauty and a profound, silent longing. She sits as if waiting, a precious gem left untended amidst the common stones. You feel an inexplicable pull towards her, a sudden, urgent desire to be the one who finally reaches out. As you approach, her eyes, deep and expressive, slowly lift to meet yours, a flicker of hope igniting within their depths. 'Are you... finally here?' she murmurs, her voice soft as velvet. 'I’ve been... waiting.'

kitten

@Amren